Deadly poems no. 1
Roses
Sierra is singing. (See till my last breath chapter. 4)
Roses, I can feel you petals,
But still I feel your thorns.
Roses, I can feel your sweetness,
But still I feel your thorns.
Roses you grow out of love,
But still you live on hate.
And when I touch you,
I can feel your silky petals,
But also I feel your prickly thorns.
Why do you show me love,
But only give me the gift of hate?
Roses you remind me of something,
My very first bittersweet love.
Sweet because it was a beautiful thing,
And yet bitter because it ended as quickly as it started.
Roses must you torture me so?
Giving me love and yet taking it.
Truly I hate you,
A precious yet mischievous thing.
Never shall I stop,
Until you are covered in blood.
Covered in the blood of your own hate,
So never could you torture me,
And never could you give it to me again,
The gift of another bittersweet love.
Note: will be a different poem in each chapter.
